The day of the celebration dawned fair and bright. The pack house was filled to the brim with laughter and people. I had spent most of my time training alone in the gym because with the increase of people roaming around the pack ground, Dean had canceled all training.

Laughter spill from the hallway through my closed door and I glanced at the mirror. My appearance was fine. My hair was up in the only hairdo that I knew how to do; my nice blouse had sleeves long enough to cover my arms and a neck high enough that it hid the scars there as well. Instead of the slacks that Judy had left out for me, I had chosen to wear a nice pair of dark jeans.

My eyes fell to the bottle of rose perfume and I realized that I had forgotten to put any on. Once that was complete, I smile at my reflection and noticed that it didn't quite reach my eyes. Giving myself a quick nod, I slip from my room and slowly make my way down the stairs. Dean had told me that once everyone had eaten, he would perform the ceremony that joined me with the rest of his pack.

Standing just inside the house, my eyes scan the back yard. Suddenly, I felt someone watching me and I looked around to find Tobias, Toby, staring at me. It was safe to assume that since I had first seen him, I had been confused. Dean called him Tobias, but in my dreams, he had been called both. So what should I address him as, I wondered as I watched him slowly walk closer to me. His eyes searched my face as if he was looking for something, but his didn't reveal anything.

Moran's happiness washed throughout my body and I couldn't understand why. "What's your name?" He asked, his voice sounding a little hard. I shrug slowly, turning my eyes back outside. I would soon have to mingle with them as I would get ready to join their pack; something I wasn't sure I wanted to do. "Everyone calls me Cleo." I say softly.

"They call you that? You have a name don't you?" He asked again, his voice softening a little. I shake my head no. "I don't remember if I have a name. As far as I can recall, the master, the man that had me living in a dark cell, called me Cleo."

He fell silent and Moran slowly settled down. A strong feeling of disappointment came from her as I tried to figure out why she was acting this way. A lot of the problems that Dean and Gabriel had told me that many new shifters went through with their wolf never happened between Moran and I. Maybe it was because she knew of what I had gone through, or maybe she was still recovering like I was. Whatever the reason, the two of us were a lot closer than most wolves that I had observed during my stay here.

"Where are my manners?" Toby, I decided that since I knew him first as such, that was what I would call him, muttered suddenly and I turned to look at him. "Forgive me. I'm..."

"I know who you are." I say softly, interrupting him. The second I did, I wanted to disappear. Judy told me that most alphas didn't like being interrupted, seeing as how most of them viewed it as a sign of disrespect. "I...I'm sorry for interrupting you. It's just... I know who you are."

Toby chuckled softly and it startled me. It wasn't forced as the one I had heard when he first arrived. "It's alright. Who am I?" He asked giving me a small smile. "You're Toby." I say softly but he heard me. A pained look crossed his face but it was gone just as fast as it came. The smile he gave me was gone to, I quickly noticed.

"Who told you to call me that?" He demanded, anger rolling off of him. A spike of fear ran through my veins as I took a step away from him. "No-no one." I managed to get out, my voice hardly above a whisper.

I watched as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Explain, please." The demand was soft and I could tell that his anger was receding. I quickly nodded my head. I didn't want him to get angry again. Bad things tended to happen whenever men got angry. "I don't know how long the master had me locked away

"I have no memories outside of the pain the master inflected and the darkness of the cells. Whenever I slept, I would have vivid dreams about a little girl, a boy called Toby. Sometimes, there would be other people in them, people the little girl called Mama and Daddy. I always thought that those dreams were just a figment of my imagination, a way for me to escape the horrors of what I had to face every time I was awake. But when I saw you, I knew that you were an older version of the Toby in my dreams..."

"When you say the dreams are vivid, do you..."

"They're like from my point of view, I guess you could say. Only, I don't know who the people are and yet I do, or the little girl does. But something about them always puzzled me. I know I've been locked away for many years, yet the dreams always stayed the same. I mean, the people within them never aged like they should. It's like I'm watching her life as she grows up and it stops in a horrible way." Toby was silent as I spoke, but the tick in his jaw told me he was upset about something.

"When... When do these dreams seem to stop?" He asked me and his voice sounded hoarse. "In a hospital; the little girl's sitting on a bed waiting for her daddy to come pick her up, wishing for Toby to come and sing for her when screams erupt. She's scared because she doesn't know what's going on. Then suddenly, her door is being pushed open and a pair of blood red eyes is starting into hers."

I shudder as my mind brings up the image I had seen over and over again. "The last thing the little girl sees in my dreams are the red eyes rushing towards her and then... nothing. The dreams start all over after that." My eyes caught sight of Judy scanning the crowd looking for someone as my eyes widened. "What's wrong?" Toby asked, concern filling his face.

"I... I just realized that I hadn't had one of those dreams for the past few nights." The sound of the door sliding open pulled my eyes forward, landing on Judy's. The smile grew on her face when she noticed who was standing beside me. "There you are Cleo; I've been looking all over for you. We're getting ready to eat, come on." Giving him an apologetic smile, I let Judy pull me outside to the tables that had been set up for tonight.

As I took my seat beside Judy, Gabriel's gaze caught mine. His face showed nothing as it had since the day I shifted, but his eyes were another story. Swimming and flashing before me was a storm of emotions, many of which I could not describe. Suddenly, Gabriel blinked and his eyes were cleared and guarded. Letting out a confused sigh, I turn my attention to Dean who was blessing the food that we were about to consume.